Tragic Love~ Louis Tomlison

Chapter 11~Lou?

Abbey's pov***

Today is the day. Friday morning. This could either go really well or terribly wrong. My alarm started to ring so I tried to hit the snooze button. After smacking it multiple times it shut off. I let out a sigh of relief then got out of bed. I hear my mum in the kitchen making breakfast, that's a nice surprise. I padded down the stairs into the kitchen. I stop in the door way and have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Mum is standing in front of the stove while the pancakes cook away.

She glances around, then she holds the spatula to her mouth like a microphone. I hear her whisper-singing her favorite songs. She spins around and puts her fist in the air. Finally my giggles take over and I burst out in a fit of laughter. My mom looks up at me and the look on her face makes me nearly fall over. She joins in with my laughter and soon we are both clutching out stomachs.

"Well good morning sweetie." my mother greets me.

"Good morning!" I say to her.

"Do you smell that?" she asks me with a puzzled look. We both turn to the stove to see four black pancakes turning to ashes.

My mother looks at me with a hint of a smile. "How does cereal sound to you?"

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 After eating breakfast, I head up the stairs to get ready. I head upstairs to my bathroom and set out a couple towels. After pulling off my pajamas I jump into the hot shower. The warm water relaxes me instantly and makes me feel less nervous for dinner tonight. I quickly wash my hair and body then get out of the shower.

While I walk to my room I hear my mother singing once again and I can't help but smile. I love my mum. After spending at least ten minutes deciding what to wear, I settle on black leggings, my high top red converse, and a white sweater that says "flower child" on it in large black print.

After that I head to my bathroom to finish getting ready. I brush my teeth to get rid of my morning breath then grab my blow dryer and flat iron. It takes me a solid twenty minutes to get my hair all dry. I plug in my flat iron then reach for my makeup bag. I use my liquid liner to create a sharp cat eye then swipe on mascara. I add a touch of bright pink blush and dab my lips with some pink gloss.

Once my makeup is completed I straighten my hair a bit then leave the bathroom. I day dream about Louis while lacing up my shoes. Grabbing my bag, I leave my bedroom and go back downstairs.

"Have a nice day sweetie." my mum tells me.

"You too." I give her a peck on the cheek then grab my car keys off the counter. The weather outside is actually kind of warm. I get in my car and start it up. The engine comes to life and I carefully pull out of the driveway. I smiled as I saw happy couple walking down the street, their eyes sparkling with the love they have for each other.

I wonder what Mike's son is like. That would be really weird if I went to school with him. But more importantly, I wonder what Mike is like. He has to be nice. I mean after what my dad did she wouldn't date  just anyone. What should I wear? I didn't even ask my mum if its a super fancy resturaunt. Oh well.

I pull into the parking lot and get out of my car. Clusters of teenagers surround me not even looking up as I pass by. I make my way to the buliding and step inside the somewhat empty hallways. I grab my books from my locker and hear the loud bell ring. The hallways flood with students and I find a corner to stand in until it clears a bit. I see some of the populars girls walk by me and I put my head down. When I look up I see them sneer at me, flip their perfect hair and walk away. I sigh heavily then walk to class. My math teacher sits behind her desk with her feet prooped up. She wears a scowl on her face as always. I take my seat and wait for the first hour of torture to begin.